Hey..... What Are You Doing???

I'm ready for the cooler weather to arrive. Not because of the heat experienced today and is expected to stay for a couple of days but... so these flipping amateur motorcyclist can go back to driving their Prius' and drinking the fucking Starbucks.

I have no problem with the motorcyclists who can handle and have the experience to drive amongst the traffic on the road. It's these geriatric men and women who think that since they wear a doo rag and any Harley accessory bought at Harley Davidson with the stupid orange and black, they have the right to ride around. I also haven't a problem with women on motorcycles as long as the have the experience needed to safely operate a motorcycle.

A couple of years back while working the ambulance, we got a call for a motorcycle crash north of the town I worked in. On scene, there was two women in their early 50's on these huge motorcycles. One of the women couldn't negotiate a curve and laid the bike over. She had a huge gash to the side of her head and roadrash. After the assessment I asked if she was wearing a helmet to which she got defensive with me. She stated that, "She doesn't have to have a helmet because she rides free..." I didn't really understand what she was trying to convey. I asked her if she was from out of state and she said "No, I'm from Rapid." I went into my lecture that if she would wear a helmet that it reduced head injuries significantly. She replied the " Helmets are for people who can't ride a motorcycle" To which I replied, "Then where is yours Dummy?" She didn't like me after that.

So... new bikers.... put them away and drive your fucking cars!!!!!!!!!!

It's Like A Frickin' Virus....

I remember when I decided to start doing this blog thing. I didn't think it would last. Like a whim and I'd grow bored, quit never to type out my stupid thoughts. I didn't think people would be interested in what I had to say. I quit for about a year because I was angry and you know how people hate reading someones anger.

I'm glad I got back into it again. and have so many friends starting and continuing to write about things they want to write about. Anything you write about will never be stupid or droll, because you believe it relevant. Keep it up people and I will read.

Living Alone Day 16....

It's been 2 weeks 2 days since the brother left. I am glad that he did agree to move out. My apartment stays cleaner, no smoking occurs and the spilled beer smell is gone. I still have to clean the carpets in his old room. My master plan was to have that room available for my daughter when ever she can't make it back home. My brother left a couple of things that still occupy that bedroom. He didn't take the futon that he used as a bed and a kitchen table with the legs cut short for a makeshift TV stand of sorts. I still have the monstrous weight machine in my living room and hope to have that gone soon.

Living by myself allows me to prepare my meals instead of purchasing them from mainstays such as Taco Johns or Wendy's. I don't mind cooking for myself. It got expensive eating junk food.

My last electric bill was cents short of 80 bucks. 80 bucks for an apartment with an estimated square footage of about 8 and a half feet and he was able to use 80 dollars worth the electricity in a month. I'm interested to see what I, alone, average. It won't be 80 fucking bucks.

It's easy keeping it clean. Paper plates are a plus but that adds to garbage. A price I can pay for only myself.

I still have no "cable". But am thinking that I won't get it. I realize that you don't need to watch TV to keep busy, that's what the goddamn dishes are for.

None the less... It's pretty sad when "I" think that talking about myself and how I live is interesting and writing about it so you fine folks can actually see how pathetic I really am.

Video At Eleven.. Chuck

The 1st Annual Mile High Music Festival happened last month and I thought it was an amazing show. I hope to go again next year. Until then enjoy some video from AT&T Blueroom. Click on the Mile High Music Festival tag and enjoy... I know I did.

click me -------> Mile High Music Festival



Update... Just added.. Scenes from The Dave Matthews show..... Check it out!!

And You Are Who????

I generally put to much thought into things that I think of. I will look analytically at things to see if they float. I usually place myself and surroundings into the situation and actions thought of.

Memories... they come and go throughout your daily routine but the most significant ones remain. I'm not a neurologist or a psychologist so I haven't the slightest clue on why we choose to remember certain memories and others fade only to be brought to the forefront by mention from others. Most memories are like dreams.. they fade fast and never to be remembered.

I watched a movie last night about a couple who begin a relationship that eventually ends when one of them has her memories erased to forget the other. Upset and hurt, the man opts to do the same. What's different with him is that he becomes aware of what is happening after he is rendered unconscious after the procedure begins. During which time he realizes that he doesn't want the procedure done because he wants to remember his former girlfriend.

If there was such a company who performed this procedure... would you have it done to forget someone in your life?

How Come I've Never Heard Those Guys.....

The state of music these days isn't what it used to be. Back in the day, you would have to wait until you hear a song on terrestrial radio before you could get into a singer or group. The only radio station in the Hills that would play an advanced copy of an album in it's entirety was KSQY. Well with the internet you can sample a song and buy it for X amount of pennies.

I discovered a cool website while I attended the Mile High Music Festival a few weeks ago. They go to festivals and webcast them live. It's called AT&T Blue Room. Last weekend I watched half of Sunday's performers at Lollapalooza on the computer. I caught the last song from Blues Traveler and the next act that played blew me away. They are "The John Butler Trio". Why have I never heard of these guys? They are a mix of funk, reggae and bluegrass with a rock twist. I'm not a big fan of the banjo thus making me not a big fan of Country (I could never get into a genre of music that had the word "c*nt" in the genre name) I figure that if your into eating pole cat and fucking your first cousin, Country was your cup of tea. These guys hail from Australia. Excellent band. Check them out.....

A Retrospect...

Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives, but I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment because they'll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we've lived. After all... we're only mortal...

I’ve been doing this blog thing for a while. I started on the “BlogSpirit” website for about 8 months prior to coming to Blogger. In the early days on BlogSpirit my posts were not quite interesting. Basically a daily diary of what I did. I didn’t know how to do it very well and looked at others to get an idea how to write.

I started reading past posts last weekend and tried to remember what I was thinking, where I was and the topic of the posts. It made me sad to think that most of them revolved around situations of my life…Meaning certain things would take place in the middle of a posts and I would include them while I wrote. A lot involved my former wife Marnie and the house we shared in Piedmont. I would read and get a mental picture of the time I was talking about in the post and actually remember specific things about that moment. It actually makes me sad to remember that. The familiar feeling of the moment and the happiness (which I thought) that was felt. The sounds of the TV and Kahlyn playing. Ugh…

Do I miss my life of days back then? Of course I do.. Very much so. Comforting knowing that you had a circle in which you could depend on. A family core in which you interacted and helped. Events leading up to my departure from that core were a joint effort by both Marnie and I. I miss the familiarity of the situations and the events that took place. I smell certain things and they remind me of places. There is a movie that is one of my favorites. It’s a movie in which the core premise is “Time”. Time keeps moving forward and never stops. The movie is one of the “Star Trek” movies called “Generations“. It’s the story of a man who desperately wants to live in a moment forever. Remembering the family he lost and was unable to cope with the emptiness left by their deaths. So he discovers an entity called “The Nexus” The Nexus is a ribbon that travels through space and anybody who is caught in it remains there without knowing it forever. Only the joy of the moment most happy to the person, reliving it over and over. Of course, Captain Picard and James T. Kirk has to fuck it up for this poor bastard.

I miss my family very much. Believe it or not but I do cry thinking about what we were and could have been. Since becoming single and alone. I can’t figure why I wanted to be alone when I had a family core. Stupidity I suppose. I figure it was the quiet. I needed just a fraction of time to get the ringing in my ears to stop from the daily grind. So.. In retrospect… If I had a temporal Nexus fly by me some day… I would definitely jump because a moment comes and goes in seconds and can make you live a lifetime inside it. Sure there is many more moments that will happen to me and I hope they are as memorable as the ones remembered as a family. But for now I will have to make do with the temporal “Nexus” in my mind.

Day 3 of "By Myself"....

I did a little more cleaning today. Since I have no TV, I put myself to work. I patched some gouges in two of the wall in the living room, (not intentionally caused) And I have to find the same color droll color to paint over the mud. If I don't find the same color I'll have to paint both the living room and kitchen.

Now I've got to figure out what to do with the monstrous weight lifting machine in my living room...

Alone Again Without You....

Okay... That was a cheesy attempt to be funny with a mid 80's Hair Band Ballad from Dokken. None the less, I am living alone. My brother moved out yesterday just as he said he would. I did enjoy his company and at times, when sober, was a great guy. But when you start dating a girl who moves in with you and starts taking over the apartment that's when I had to draw a line. I didn't mind her being around but yesterday was the first day in over a month that I was able to hang on my furniture in a long time. I still have a few of his items here and will be transfering them to my other brothers house.

The thing that I'm not going to get angry over because it's not worth it is that when he got the internet thru one of the local cable providers here they mistakenly turned on the cable. So we had free cable for a long time. Well, he must have called the cable company and had it shut off. A not so bright move seeing that now the cable company know he had cable and wasn't paying for it. Everybody I tell that to says the same thing on what a lowball fucking move that was.

I'm still angry over the fact that he gave me a gift and took it back saying that he didn't give it to me. He is having trouble finding a place to live and I would have given him a break and let him stay until he found a place but I didn't for the above fact. I have a couple of items that went missing in my room before he left and will look to see if I misplaced them. A couple of headlamps worth about $75.00. I also went in half on the cable modem and a wireless router that he didn't give me money back for. I am going to eat those tho. But the headlamps are expensive and I would like them back.

Since he took the computer he gave me back my daughter lent me hers. Thank you Kahlyn. Anyhoo.... I'm alone again... Not so bad.